Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 14:41:12 -0500
From: Jase Jason
Subject: Christian's Induction IV - Part Eight
CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION IV
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Part Eight.
Mark decided to call Randy that night to discuss the possibility of
organizing a party the following Saturday night with Casey and Chris.
Randy's mother answered the phone and shouted up the stairs to Randy that
the call was for him. Randy picked up the extension in his room, said
"Hello." and then "Just hold on a moment." He listened on the receiver for
a few seconds and when he didn't hear a click said "Ma! Get off the goddamn
line." When he was satisfied that his mother was no longer listening in, he
said "Hello" once more. Mark, who had heard the exchange, thought to
himself "Jesus! What a crazy fuckin household."
"Hiya Randy. Mark here."
Randy replied: "Mark? Mark? Who could that be? I don't think I know no
Mark."
"Yeah! Yeah! OK, Randy let's cut out the dramatics. I know it's been a
while since we seen each other but I been tied up with all sorts of shit on
this end and have been kinda out of touch with everybody. So, how ya been
dude?"
Randy continued with the charade: "Lemme think now. You know my name and
number, so I guess there must be some possibility that we have met. Did you
say your name was Mark?"
Mark laughed and said: "Randy, knock it off. I swear, if you don't, I'll
put the phone down. And you will never know what you missed out on."
Same old Mark, thought Randy. "What do you want dude?"
"Jesus." said Mark, "What a way to talk to your oldest and dearest friend!"
Randy couldn't help but laugh and had to admit to himself it was good to
hear Mark's voice again.
"OK, dearest. What is it I can help you with?"
Mark laughed and said: "Jesus, dude, if you weren't so cute I sure as hell
would expunge you from my black book. But let's get serious for a minute,
if you are capable of that. I don't know if you remember that little punk
freshman Andy Nystrom? Dumb as they come, but as it turns out cunning as
they come. He had my, or should I say, our boyfriend Chris completely
wrapped around his little finger, not to mention his younger bro Pauly too,
and besides using Chris at will to satisfy their disgusting sexual
appetites, they had the foresight to take some let us say compromising pics
of our boy. Recently the family left town and Andy, always the good
samaritan, left behind with the new kid at the house Chris's cell number as
well as copies of the pics. I mean can you fucking believe such shit?"
Randy sighed and said: "Dude I am so tired of dealing with these fucking
adolescents."
"Lemme finish. The new kid, name is Casey, is a soph on the swim team. I
chatted with him at practice and he is way beyond his years. When Chris's
name came up, he told me he can't handle faggots, but he tolerates them coz
they suck good cock, take it up the ass, and do what they are told. Pretty
cool, huh? He called Chris's number and already has him drooling at the
mouth. The pics helped of course."
Mark continued: "To cut to the chase, I got the house to myself next
weekend, and I figured maybe the two of us and Casey could invite Chris to
a little party at my place and gangbang the shit out of him. Blowjobs are
all very well but I think it's time that Chris baby learned a few more
facts of life and that it's time to teach him that his real place in the
scheme of things is to submit to dudes like us. So whadda ya say, you up
for it?"
Randy who had taken part in similar events together with his near neighbor
Nate in the past was quite intrigued particularly since Mark intended to
involve this new kid Casey, who seemed to be a young Master in the
making. Nate was deep into the SM shit having been hustling since the age
of 16 when he was kicked out of the house and, although Nate didn't
elaborate too much, Randy knew that he had a portfolio of older guys who he
regularly saw, a number of them being extorted on a regular basis, since
Nate held over them threats of exposure of incriminating stuff. However,
Randy didn't think it would be appropriate to involve Nate with these
younger guys, although he figured it might be possible to borrow a few of
his toys for the occasion.
He informed Chris: "Well, dude, it so happens I have an opening on my
calender for next Saturday so I'm game. But it's gotta be more than just a
blow session hear?"
Mark replied: "That's just great Randy. And as far as I'm concerned the
sky's the limit. You just do what you wanna do."
The two of them then made arrangements about procuring beer, weed and
chems. Mark would let Randy have the dough and Randy would get the stuff
through some guy he knew. He wanted to know what chems he should get and
Mark told him to try to get E; it kept Chris going. He told Randy not to
get Rohypnol; he didn't want Chris to miss out on anything.
When Mark rang off, he felt better than he had done in ages. Especially now
having Beth off his neck. Oh Jesus, he thought, he still hadn't told the
old girl that he had ditched Beth. She had had high hopes of his marrying
into her rich family, but she wasn't the one who would have to live with a
lifetime of nagging. Tough shit, Mom!
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The following day in the cafeteria at school Mark approached Chris and told
him to meet him in the parking lot after classes. As a point of principle
Mark kept Chris waiting for ten minutes and once at his car where Chris was
leaning against the passenger door, told Chris to hop in.
"Sorry about that dude. Got talkin about swim team stuff; you know how it
goes. So, it's been a while huh? How you doin?"
Chris replied: "Not a problem Mark. I'm fine. How about you?"
"I won't bore you with the details dude. It's just that I been thinkin it's
been such a while since we got together, I figured it would be nice to
catch up on things." With that, he slipped his right hand on to Chris's
thigh; Chris immediately started to bone up, a fact that that didn't go
unnoticed by Mark. "The folks are gonna be away next weekend so I was
wondering whether you would like to come around to my place on Saturday
night. I can get some beer and stuff, and we could get in some pizzas. In
view of the booze situation, maybe you should stay overnight. How's that
sound to you dude?"
"Sounds great Mark."
"OK then we can finalize the details during the week."
Chris hopped out of the car and Mark felt himself start to bone up.
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Later that evening Mark called Casey and told him the news.
"I hope there won't be problem from your side dude, my good buddy Randy is
lookin forward to meetin you."
Casey knew that his rep would stand or fall here and assured Mark that he
would be there as promised. Furthermore he had been looking forward to the
event with anticipation. Chris had been a great lay.
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The following week followed the usual course except that on one particular
day after the final bell when Chris went to his locker to organize the
books he would require for home study, a note dropped at his feet when he
opened the door. It turned out to be from Casey who suggested that they
should meet up at Casey's place after school. Chris, who had a lot of
school stuff to go over that afternoon, thought "Fuck! Just what I needed!"
However, he had been waiting for some further reaction from Casey since the
afternoon Casey had revealed to him the pics that Andy had taken of him,
and subsequently made it pretty clear that in future he would be calling
the shots and had fucked him to prove it. This was Casey's next move, he
figured, and decided that he had better meet with Casey as suggested. He
began to see now why Casey had decided to communicate with him via notes
stuck through the door of his locker; he wasn't able to beg off from
Casey's demands.
About ten minutes later he pulled up outside Casey's house, so familiar to
him through his dealings with Andy and Pauly, and rang the bell for the
cottage at the gate. This was a new procedure; there had been no such bell
previously. A young voice answered, saying "This is Teddy. Can I help you?"
Chris pressed the reply button and replied: "Hi Teddy. This is Chris. I'm
supposed to meet with Casey. Is he there?" Teddy replied that Casey was in
the shower but that he was expecting him. "I'll open the gate and you can
come on up. I guess you know the way." Chris thanked him and made his way
up the stairs to the boys' living quarters above the garages.
Teddy met him at the top of the outside stairs and ushered him into Casey's
bedroom and told him to take a seat. Chris was able now to take a closer
look at Casey's younger bro and he was stunned. The boy was truly
beautiful; he looked his age of 14 years but was showing all the signs of
budding adolescence. He had beautiful brown hair parted in the middle over
his forehead in the traditional style of boys that age, and dark blue
eyes. His skin had a natural tan; his body was smallish but one could see
that it was really bursting at the seams and ready to bloom. He was dressed
in light blue shorts which showed to advantage a nice little bulge, and a
black tee shirt with the logo of some or other band unknown to Chris on
it. Chris decided there and then he would have to speak with Matt and
update his knowledge of the latest musical trends; it was after all a great
topic of conversation with younger boys. Teddy was wearing scruffy looking
white socks and blue tennis shoes which in no way detracted from his
overall impression of cool. He had a smattering of fuzz above his upper
lip, and on his lower arms and legs. Chris couldn't take his eyes off him
and Teddy just smiled, as if it were his due, and excused himself saying
Casey would be there shortly.
Meanwhile Chris was able to hear the pounding of the shower in the bathroom
down the passageway and it soon ceased. Not long thereafter Casey appeared
with a bath towel around his waist and rubbing his hair with a second
towel.
"Hey Chris. Glad you could make it man. I got held up slightly by Mark, who
I believe you know, hence the fact that I'm running a little late. I hope
you didn't mind."
"No, it wasn't a problem Casey. Teddy let me in."
"Cool. Cool." replied Casey.
Casey completed his ablutions and slipped on a pair of boxers and a too
small tee shirt. He then offered Chris a coke and they settled down to
enjoy it after the toils of the day. Chris noticed that Casey now had a
small bar fridge in his room. He resolved that he should get something
similar.
Casey said: "Andy called me last night to find out how things are going. He
specifically asked after you. I told him we had got together and worked on
our future relationship and that things appeared to be working out." Casey
smiled at Chris. "I guess that would be an accurate description of things,
wouldn't it?" Chris nodded yeah; what the hell else could he do?
"Chris, Andy told me you have a special talent. And that is introducing
younger guys to the joys of oral sex. He told me that he himself and his
bro Pauly had been given their first blowjobs by you. I might have
mentioned last time we got together that Teddy is looking for his first
experience and I thought that if we could get that behind us, things would
be really cool between the three of us. Nothing awkward, you know?"
"I told him earlier you would do him today and he is expecting to be called
through to us after our chat. I take it you have no objection dude? I
would regard it as a special favor."
Chris was completely taken aback by Casey once more, but he was well aware
that Casey held all the trump cards and that he was capable of getting what
he wanted one way or the other. So he replied: "Sure Casey, if that is what
you want."
"It is dude, it is. Lemme give him a call OK?" With that he went next door
and returned with Teddy in tow. "How you wanna do this Chris? I think you
should let Teddy have the easy chair and then you can work from there."
Teddy had obviously been primed beforehand and waited for Chris to vacate
the easy chair, then sat down with his legs stretched wide.
Casey continued: "Dude I think a suckboy should always strip to show a
measure of respect, so do that huh?" Chris slipped off his jeans and tee
shirt, together with his sneaks and socks. "Your boxers too Chris."
instructed Casey. "Yeah, that's more like it."
Chris got between Teddy's legs on his knees and removed his tennis shoes
and then his socks. Casey, not to be left out of things, asked Chris
whether he liked that and when Chris nodded in the affirmative, he said: "I
figured you would. Sniff them shoes dude and suck on the ends of his
socks. Get that young boy taste. I'm sure Teddy won't mind if you take that
pair of socks home with you later. Right, Teddy?" Teddy replied: "Sure
thing Case. Seems to me he would like to take em."
Chris licked up the length of the boy's legs individually and when he
reached his thighs he lifted his ass with both hands and slipped off the
blue shorts he had been wearing, and his white briefs, over his now bare
feet. Casey instructed Chris: "Kiss and suck his toes dude, then lick under
his feet, that's it, one at a time."
Chris moved up to Teddy's crotch and licked then sucked on his smooth
balls, then moved up further to his quite impressive five inch dick. By now
Teddy was boned and leaking, so Chris licked off the head of his dick
tasting his precum and running his tongue around the head. He then started
to suck and lick his dick in earnest and pretty soon could feel it stiffen
even more as Teddy approached ejaculation.
Casey said to Teddy: "Lift your tee shirt Ted and shoot your load on to
your tummy. Chris can then lick it off for you." Teddy lifted his tee shirt
and shot a nice load of sticky cum on to his belly and chest. As he relaxed
Chris moved up to his upper body and licked the cum off his chest and then
his tummy, paying particular attention to his belly button where a gob of
cum had settled.
Casey asked Teddy: "You OK dude?" and Teddy replied "Hell yeah, that was
awesome bro. Thanks a million."
Chris got to his knees and helped Teddy with his briefs and boxers and then
his tennis shoes. Teddy handed him the dirty pair of socks and said: "Here
dude, as promised."
Chris quickly got dressed and Casey said: "I guess you better move your ass
and tackle that home work dude."
Chris ran out to his car while Casey thought to himself that the weekend
would surely be a blast.
To be continued.......